( the corners of her lips turn up — the inevitable losing battle when a joking zoro is her competition. playfully, she lifts a hand to smack the side of his chest, wondering if a tickle would be more appropriate. if zoro is even ticklish. )
Oh, shut up.
( on the follow through of the slap, her fingers linger on the broad expanse of his chest, her smile going soft and pleased to see her pink, glittery painted fingernails outlined by all his tanned skin. probably, one is meant to have a plan before getting this far. nami is a huge fan of plans, generally speaking, as has been well established. unfortunately, one doesn't get here without having zoro essentially naked under them, his cock hard and wet and rubbing against sensitive spots that make nami a little dick dumb, chest rising and falling with anticipatory breaths. holding out with zoro is as much a tease for herself as it is for him, but nami likes teasing — and most importantly, she likes making zoro suffer.
she arranges herself to sit between zoro's spread legs, knees bent over his thighs, the pink slit of her cunt on display like a show, which it is. artfully, her fingers frame around her pussy, parting her folds, lazily trailing up and down where she's wettest. biting her lower lip, nami hums, impishly. )
I said I'd show you how to do it. ( her fingers circle around her clit, gasping a little animatedly, but it is a sort of dramatic reenactment. no reason not to play it up for him. ) You know, Sanji didn't need to be instructed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how I liked it.
( it's more a playful ploy at humiliation — not just because a pissy zoro is it's own version of extremely hot, but because there is something to the idea of being like a piece of meat split between the two of them, their tool for one upping each other, their competitive game of choice. provided, of course, that they keep their eyes on the ultimate prize: getting nami off. yeah, right. well — this is her fantasy, and in it zoro and sanji are well behaved and obsessed with her, fighting over the privilege of touching her wet, hot body. )
Where would he be, if he were here, do you think? In — in here? ( two fingers press inside her, eaten up by a greedy cunt. when she pulls them back, they're cum-slick and glistening, poised in the lamplight for zoro's viewing pleasure. ) Ooor ... ( sitting up, she presses zoro's thigh open, her wet fingers trailing between the cleft of his ass and finding his hole, circling it with her arousal spread against him in something like ownership. ) here, maybe?
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Date: 2024-03-19 01:48 am (UTC)Oh, shut up.
( on the follow through of the slap, her fingers linger on the broad expanse of his chest, her smile going soft and pleased to see her pink, glittery painted fingernails outlined by all his tanned skin. probably, one is meant to have a plan before getting this far. nami is a huge fan of plans, generally speaking, as has been well established. unfortunately, one doesn't get here without having zoro essentially naked under them, his cock hard and wet and rubbing against sensitive spots that make nami a little dick dumb, chest rising and falling with anticipatory breaths. holding out with zoro is as much a tease for herself as it is for him, but nami likes teasing — and most importantly, she likes making zoro suffer.
she arranges herself to sit between zoro's spread legs, knees bent over his thighs, the pink slit of her cunt on display like a show, which it is. artfully, her fingers frame around her pussy, parting her folds, lazily trailing up and down where she's wettest. biting her lower lip, nami hums, impishly. )
I said I'd show you how to do it. ( her fingers circle around her clit, gasping a little animatedly, but it is a sort of dramatic reenactment. no reason not to play it up for him. ) You know, Sanji didn't need to be instructed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how I liked it.
( it's more a playful ploy at humiliation — not just because a pissy zoro is it's own version of extremely hot, but because there is something to the idea of being like a piece of meat split between the two of them, their tool for one upping each other, their competitive game of choice. provided, of course, that they keep their eyes on the ultimate prize: getting nami off. yeah, right. well — this is her fantasy, and in it zoro and sanji are well behaved and obsessed with her, fighting over the privilege of touching her wet, hot body. )
Where would he be, if he were here, do you think? In — in here? ( two fingers press inside her, eaten up by a greedy cunt. when she pulls them back, they're cum-slick and glistening, poised in the lamplight for zoro's viewing pleasure. ) Ooor ... ( sitting up, she presses zoro's thigh open, her wet fingers trailing between the cleft of his ass and finding his hole, circling it with her arousal spread against him in something like ownership. ) here, maybe?